Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER'S LOVE, by THOMAS BURBIDGE Poet's Biography First Line: He sang so wildly Last Line: Softer than the moon at night! Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
HE sang so wildly, did the Boy, That you could never tell If 'twas a madman's voice you heard, Or if the spirit of a bird Within his heart did dwell: A bird that dallies with his voice Among the matted branches; Or on the free blue air his note To pierce, and fall, and rise, and float, With bolder utterance launches. None ever was so sweet as he, The boy that wildly sang to me; Though toilsome was the way and long, He led me not to lose the song. But when again we stood below The unhidden sky, his feet Grew slacker, and his note more slow, But more than doubly sweet. He led me then a little way Athwart the barren moor, And then he stayed and bade me stay Beside a cottage door; I could have stayed of mine own will, In truth, my eye and heart to fill With the sweet sight which I saw there, At the dwelling of the cottager. A little in the doorway sitting, The mother plied her busy knitting, And her cheek so softly smiled, You might be sure, although her gaze Was on the meshes of the lace, Yet her thoughts were with her child. But when the boy had heard her voice, As o'er her work she did rejoice, His became silent altogether, And slyly creeping by the wall He seiz'd a single plume, let fall By some wild bird of longest feather; And all a-tremble with his freak, He touched her lightly on the cheek. Oh, what a loveliness her eyes Gather in that moment's space, While peeping round the post she spies Her darling's laughing face! Oh, mother's love is glorifying, On the cheek like sunset lying; In the eyes a moisten'd light, Softer than the moon at night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |
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